Sorry I couldn't elaborate on my last post, but a very nosy lady was sitting next to me on the train and reading every word that I typed. So I switched to Spanish. She got the message and looked away.
Anywho, I'm in the process of moving my stuff to Washington DC. I start my new job on Sept. 22. Half of my stuff is in Florida, the other half is in New York. Gotta take another trip down there I guess. Tomorrow is the BIG DAY. Birthday number 4-0. Whoopie! Time to call the proctologist. And, to think, I spent half my life trying to stick it to "The Man."
Turnabout is fair play.